🪷 Main hoon deewarein, chatt hai piya tu, Rab ki mujhe nemat hai piya tu, Mere liye tu barkat ka taaviz hai 🪷
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"Bhabhi? Chalein ab ghar?" Harleen nodded as an answer to Ishani. They were currently at the gurudwara, praying for Ranbir's health.
Sister-in-law? Shall we go home now?
Ranbir was shot yesterday. The bullet luckily just grazed his chest and missed any important body parts. He was held back in the hospital for the night for observation.
Harleen took a breath of relief yesterday only when her father-in-law called from the hospital saying Ranbir was good. She briefly spoke to him on the phone last night but he was under the influence of the medicines so they didn't have a proper conversation.
Truth be told, Harleen was still worried sick for her husband. She continuously prayed for his health until she received the call from his father. She has been praying for his health ever since and decided to go to the gurudwara first thing in the morning.
"Papa ka call aya? Ranbir ghar aa gaye kya?" Harleen questioned Ishani as the two exited the gurudwara together.
Did dad call? Is Ranbir back home?
"Haa papa ka call aya tha. Aa gaye honge woh log ab tak ghar." Ishani answered as both of them wore their footwear and started walking towards their Haveli.
Yes, dad called earlier. They would be home by the time we get there.
The gurudwara was at a walking distance from their house and they decided to walk there. As they made their way back, Harleen said thankful prayers to God for listening to her prayers once again.
Upon reaching the Haveli, she saw a bunch of people waiting in the living area. Both the girls walked towards the family seating and saw Ranbir's mother sitting there with some of their close relatives.
The news reporters didn't waste any time in inquiring about what had happened yesterday. Ranbir being such a famous personality, invited bunch of unwanted attention towards himself. The local news channels being on Ranbir's payroll helped in controlling what and how much gets published but people knew of the situation nonetheless.
Harleen and Ishani greeted the relatives. They had bought 'get-well-soon' bouquets and gifts for Ranbir. After a brief chat, Harleen excused herself and walked towards their room. God knows how she was controlling herself from running towards Ranbir. It would've looked very rude if she didn't greet the relatives but truth be told she couldn't care less.
